Chapter 11

Very few of Kagami's days started out well, these days. It was annoying, confusing, and frightfully unnerving that he so often either woke up feeling horribly nauseous, or started to feel it later in the day. Even days like today when he just crouched over the porcelain bowl he'd become so intimately familiar with, resting an arm on its rim and feeling his insides churning, but bringing up nothing despite the discomfort and the burn in the back of his throat. In some ways the long, futile spells of aching and dry heaving were worse than if he'd actually thrown up. Either way, every time he left the bathroom and gathered his things for class, he would be unable to shake the fear and dread and clammy, cold sweat for at least an hour afterwards. It was the only proof he had, yet, that something wasn't normal. The only credence that led him to believe what he'd been told about his condition, besides his own gut instinct. In short, the time when Kagami was most susceptible to believing that he was indeed pregnant was when his body decided to take it out on him.

He and Aomine hadn't so much as spoken to each other since their argument the night before, and there were times throughout the day when Kagami was convinced that what Kuroko had warned him about had actually come true and he'd driven Aomine away. Though he supposed Aomine had admittedly done more to distance himself than Kagami had done to distance him. Stupid bastard.

Still, Aomine might have been crass, self-pitying, inconsiderate, and a rather shaky, unreliable supporter at best, but Kagami didn't necessarily want him gone. He wasn't entirely sure why, and tried to puzzle that out for much of the day he went through in a stupor, not participating or interacting beyond the lowest standard of what was expected of him.

And somewhere between being called on in class and having no idea what had been asked and going for a layup during practice only to overshoot the hoop completely, he came to the conclusion that it wasn't any more complex than the fact that he liked Aomine. For all his narcissism and snark and insensitive asshole tendencies, he simply enjoyed being in his company. He enjoyed playing against him, touching and being touched by him, even just lying side by side in the time before they fell asleep, sometimes chatting idly or teasingly kicking each other under the covers, and sometimes saying nothing at all. He'd also glimpsed, occasionally, a level of caring and honest, boyish wonder behind those narrow, passive eyes, sometimes blown wide or dark with desire and passion he found in Kagami. Even when they were closed, even when he was on his back sweating profusely and panting for air - after a grueling game of basketball or a round of rigorous, mind-blowing sex, it didn't matter which - there were times when he would just grin shamelessly to himself or laugh out loud, carefree and open, and something would twist in Kagami's chest, watching big, bad Aomine let go and brighten up for no one else but him.

Of course, that was all before the mess that had started a few days ago. Now he found it excruciatingly difficult to read Aomine, but at the very least he could tell that he was twisted up and terribly conflicted. At times he turned aggressive and lashed out, at others he seemed to just want to shrink away and disappear, acting for all the world like a frightened, confused child. Kagami himself was scared, by this whole situation and the fact that he didn't and couldn't understand it or know what to expect...but he could clearly see that Aomine was terrified. There seemed to be something else eating at him too, something more than what Kagami had revealed to him, and somehow convinced him to believe. He got the feeling it had something to do with when he'd disappeared, and then showed up in the middle of the night drunk and delirious, only to forget what had taken place the very next morning. Something had pushed him to try to numb himself, and drown something out...and had also persuaded him to return to Kagami much quicker than he'd originally planned. And yet this critical tidbit of information and insight into Aomine's sporadic actions over the past few days was completely unknown to Kagami.

And now he might never know. The sun had long since gone down, and he was sitting alone on the edge of the bed, watching the door to the dorm room and willing Aomine to walk through it. Whatever he'd said, he still paid to live here just like Kagami did, and surely that meant he would return eventually...unless he planned to spend the night with someone else, which could imply several things, but after the hateful, dismissive words that had been thrown at him yesterday evening, and after Kuroko's warning, Kagami couldn't erase it as a possibility. Though he sighed and scowled and resented it, and tried to get ahold of himself - diligently fixing himself something to eat as a distraction - he couldn't suppress the stabs of worry that gnawed at him relentlessly, and he couldn't get Kuroko's words from before out of his head: "He is also impulsive and terribly reckless…" Was it also possible that he would do something stupid without thinking, in his unstable state, and wind up hurt or in trouble?

Telling himself firmly that he was blowing it way out of proportion and only stressing himself out, he turned his attention to the small pile of sandwiches he'd made, as much for the comfort of doing something with his hands as the sustenance they would provide to assuage his clamoring hunger. Aomine would be fine. He was a big boy who could take care of himself, they both were, and he had all but told Kagami to butt out of his business and stop involving him anway. Really, Kagami should have been beyond pissed at the humongous jerk...and he was, but he still couldn't shake the nerves, and the nagging concern that had him checking the door every few minutes.

By the time he'd all but resigned himself to sleeping and halfheartedly hoping Aomine decided to slip in sometime in the dead of night - though Aomine was certainly not the stealthy type, and would probably bang the door open even if he returned after midnight...if he returned at all - there came a great clatter at the door, as if to prove his point, the knob hardly having time to turn fully before one disheveled, panting Aomine staggered through it, disoriented blue eyes immediately landing on Kagami, and seeming to at once soften with something like relief, and grow cold and rigid with unease and indecision. He looked like he had run all the way here; from where, Kagami had no idea, but it certainly said something of his current emotional state. He wasn't entirely sure what, but something had changed.

Thusly convinced, Kagami got up from the bed, a furrow of mixed anger and worry crinkling his brow, but he barely had time to get a word out, or decide what he planned to say, before Aomine stood up straight, drew a deep breath, and burst out.

"You don't have to say it - I'm a dumbass. I'm a stupid, selfish, idiotic piece of shit and even though this whole thing's a mess and you're fucked up about it and I'm fucked up about it and, shit, everything's fucked up right now, I still shouldn't have pulled any of that crap yesterday." He looked up at Kagami, uncharacteristically sincere regret emanating from his eyes as his words tumbled over each other, faster and faster as he started to babble frantically, "I was just freaking out and my head was all screwed up and I didn't know what to do 'cause I kind of just found out my dad's actually sort of my mom and Satsuki and I got in a fight yesterday and then Tetsu got dragged into it and I had no idea what he might've been thinking 'cause I never have any fucking idea what he's thinking and I'm just...really sorry that I took it out on you and -"

He didn't get to finish, because, as soon as that word - that word - was out of his mouth, Kagami had abruptly closed the distance between them, seizing Aomine by the collar and cutting off the rest of his hurried, panicked words with a hard, urgent, just this side of desperate kiss. Initially, Aomine tensed up like a stone statue against him, but then he seemed to melt entirely, sighing through his nose and complementing the pressure of Kagami's lips with his own, hungrily pressing them together at another angle and reaching up to tangle his fingers in his hair. Kagami breathed out a soft moan of appreciation and stood on his toes to match Aomine's height, bearing down on him and diving into his warm, welcoming mouth with his tongue.

As he inhaled deeply between hot, wet clashes of lips, a sweet, cloying scent lifted from Aomine's clothes and skin and crept into his nostrils. Blinking his eyes open, he broke away with a frown, until Aomine's rather pleasure-hazed eyes flitted open as well.

"You...smell like perfume..." he said cautiously, not quite an accusation, but his voice was edged with mounting suspicion.

Aomine froze, the momentary bliss vanishing from his eyes as they widened with what looked like abject terror, before dulling and lowering with shame, "I-I know, I'm sorry, I was...I didn't mean…I'm sorry..." The last two words were repeated in a shaky whisper, and Kagami realized the bold, arrogant, 192 centimeter man before him was trembling slightly.

Suddenly, it didn't matter. He'd all but had his suspicion confirmed for him by Aomine's reaction, but he didn't care what had happened anymore. He didn't intend to brush it off and pretend nothing had happened, because very obviously something had happened, and he would be sure to bring it up for discussion later, but right now, it didn't matter. Aomine seemed plenty repentant and ashamed, and was actually apologizing...repeatedly, miserably...Kagami wasn't about to lay into him and make him feel any worse.

"Shut up," he murmured instead, over Aomine's repeated apologies and fragmented attempts at explanations. He registered the look of surprise that crossed Aomine's face a moment before Kagami captured his lips again, cutting off anything else he might have tried to say. "We'll talk later," he promised, relaying everything else he didn't say through his eyes, boring into Aomine's uncertain blue ones, "Right now, I have other things in mind."

Aomine swallowed uncertainly, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly with hesitant relief, "Yeah? Like what?"

Leaning in closer, close enough to feel hot breath puffing intermittently against his face, Kagami returned the tentative expression with his own, much more assured smirk, "Can't figure that out for yourself, Ahomine?"

Aomine blinked, seeming to brighten in an instant with astonishment, "You...you're serious?"

Kagami narrowly avoided rolling his eyes, sure an embarrassed flush was crawling across his face just the same, and looked away, "D-dumbass."

Taking the familiar insult with a grain of salt, Aomine just grinned in that pure, joyful, only slightly heart-stopping way of his, and swept up Kagami's mouth with his own, grasping insistently at his shoulders and hair and pushing him, tangling and tripping over both of their legs, until they were backed up against the bed frame, kissing and grabbing each other fiercely. Kagami didn't resist as he was pushed on his back, gasping for breath and wrapping his legs around Aomine's trim waist in a silent demand. Aomine obliged, diving down to crash their mouths together, lips open, wet and panting, teeth biting and gnashing as their tongues met and fought. A low, approving moan rumbled against Kagami's lips and he leaned up, craning his neck and wrapping a hand around the back of Aomine's head, pressing his tongue into his mouth as it fell open. Greedily sucking down Aomine's heat and breath and warm, tangy flavor, he dragged him down on top of him, lining their bodies up and grinding them together. Aomine's hips jerked, and he moaned again softly, the desire-laced sound echoed by Kagami as the darker man rutted against him, the barrier of denim between them doing little to conceal how hard he was, gulping unsteady breaths between forceful, desperate, open-mouthed kisses to Kagami's mouth, then his jaw, and down to his neck. Kagami tipped his head back with a hiss between his teeth, granting him access, and Aomine seemed more than pleased to take advantage, nibbling and sucking at the vulnerable skin and pulling short, gasping moans from Kagami's lips, as his hips rose off the bed to meet Aomine's pushing down.

"Fuck," Kagami breathed, arching his back as Aomine's hands slipped under his shirt, fingers brushing the hard, trembling muscles of his stomach as his mouth worked at Kagami's neck, biting and pulling and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to his jugular and throat.

"Yeah," he panted roughly against the skin he was abusing, rolling his hips against Kagami's again, making them both groan, "That's what I was thinking…"

Kagami reached up to thwack him on the head, "Moron," he grumbled, breaking off to harshly suck in a breath as Aomine's nimble fingers found his nipples, and proceeded to tease them with gossamer strokes and vicious tweaks, until they were stiff and aching and stabbing into his palms, "G-get to it already…"

"Mm, I don't think so," Aomine drawled, leaning up to mouth at Kagami's chin before enclosing his lips with his own, "Don't wanna rush this, it's been too long."

"It's been three days, asshole-!" Kagami began, breath hitching as one of Aomine's hands dropped, sliding between their bodies to lightly palm and squeeze his arousal through the fabric of his jeans. He couldn't help the drawn-out, answering moan that spilled from his lips.

"Exactly," Aomine murmured softly, eyes half-lidded and glittering with desire as his fingers mapped the cloth-covered, straining erection in his grasp, "Three days is much too long…"

Finally his other hand did join in, and both fumbled to unbutton Kagami's jeans, thumbing down the zipper before pushing them down his legs, the obvious bulge stressing and dampening the front of his underwear rising to attention immediately. Aomine positively leered with satisfaction, to see how he had already affected Kagami. Kagami, for his part, was nearly as red as his hair by now, covering his mouth with a hand to hold back the pleading, indecent whimpers clawing at his throat as Aomine's large, hot hand wrapped around him and started to stroke, lightly tugging and squeezing through the thin cotton and skimming over the dark, wet patch.

"Look at you," he whispered raptly, leaning close until his mouth was an inch from Kagami's face, breathing heat over him as he watched him with ravenous, burning eyes, "You're already so wet...you want it so bad you're fucking dripping…"

Kagami's eyes squeezed shut, and he muffled a moan against his knuckles as he bit down on his hand, unwilling to show Aomine just how much his filthy words got to him, though the insistent, throbbing weight of his cock in his hand might have given him away. Apparently, that wasn't good enough for Aomine, because he took Kagami's wrist in his free hand and pulled it away from his mouth, holding it down beside his head.

"Look at me, Kagami," he commanded, pulling compellingly at his aching erection before letting go and dipping beneath the waistband of his underwear, cupping him skin to skin and starting to stroke him again, hard and slow but full of determination and focus. Kagami's eyes squinted open, Aomine's dark face shining with sweat taking up his entire field of vision, his slender eyebrows furrowed with concentration over lusty, passion-filled eyes and that smirking, taunting mouth, his bared teeth stark white against his skin.

"That's better," he nodded approvingly, dragging his hand slowly over Kagami's cock, digging his thumb against the slit. Kagami's teeth sunk into his lower lip. "I want to see your eyes go blank when you come undone...then I want to turn you over and fuck that tight, gorgeous ass, and when you can't walk in the morning, I want you to lean on me and remember that I did this to you."

Kagami bit down harder, holding back the loud, begging moan that wanted to come out of his mouth. He tasted blood. He didn't care.

Aomine wasted no time lowering his underwear entirely, stripping them and the jeans pooling at Kagami's knees away and taking hold of his erection, petting and lavishing it with gentle strokes that didn't provide nearly enough friction. He kept up the light, teasing torture until, with a frustrated growl in his throat, Kagami lifted his hips up insistently, wantonly, telling without words explicitly what he wanted. He might have imagined it, but he thought he saw Aomine's eyes soften with affection for a moment, even as he let go of Kagami's wrist to reach down and blatantly adjust himself.

Closing his hand more tightly around Kagami's swollen, weeping erection, he began to jack it harder and faster as he brought their lips together, placing an incongruously soft, slow kiss against his mouth. Kagami released his red, bitten lower lip and reciprocated, sighing deeply through his nose as he sought more pressure, easing his tongue into the humid hollow between Aomine's lips. He was unable to silence the ragged moans and near-whimpers that were torn from him as Aomine stroked him fast and sure, twisting and tormenting the sensitive head until Kagami had to break away to gulp a breath, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth as the pleasure built and built, tightening in his stomach and groin before bursting out of him in a great rush, jerking a startled cry from his lips as strings of sticky cum shot up and spattered his shirt.

Breathing hard, he slowly came down as Aomine diligently milked him dry, before frowning in the general vicinity of his own stomach. "You couldn't have taken this off too?" he muttered, plucking at the cum-stained fabric of his shirt.

Aomine snickered, "It's on my to-do list...believe me." Straightening, he quickly tossed his own shirt over his head and divested himself of his jeans and boxers, before gleefully tackling Kagami and leaning in to kiss him again. "After all, we're just getting started."

TBC